"turners" poems
All the beautiful women in the world
all the actresses
dancers
models
and
letter turners
all the princesses
pop stars’ wives
***** queens
and
fashion icons
melt like candles
lit at the altar in prayer
become liquid and slowly drip
their beauty away
to gather in a clear pool at my feet.
All the beautiful women in the world
aren’t
anymore
when I look you.
Dec 2, 2010
Dec 2, 2010 at 2:45 AM UTC
**It’s scary I tell you, when I turn around and look…
Back
To the days when I just couldn’t wait to read that book
I’d plan my day so that I'd have several hours of page-turning time… with no interruptions in between
Nowadays I find myself turning fewer pages, but lazily clicking away as I read off a computer screen
I’m afraid I will lose the reading culture I’d built... for this is not the same
I go through a few pages, then switch to an online pool game
It’s a habit I’m beginning to abhor
Something I never would have dared to do before
I would read the crap out of a book in a day… or two at most, before
Always hungry for a story, like a ****** with a craving looking to score
I was a book worm… now I just don’t know
What I am anymore
I grab a good paperback and dive into the story
An hour later my eyes feel heavy, I begin to feel a little weary
The Sandman’s close by and I am beginning to worry
‘Will I even get to finish this chapter?’
I begin to rush through the page in a hurry
But by now I’m reading shallow… and the story is so deep
Still, I need to know what happens to the protagonist next… before I fall into this deep sleep
I can feel it lurking around the corner
**** Sandman!...
Around the corner
Then I turn to my machine… that wretched thing
And see the window I left open on the screen
And decide to squeeze in…
A short story I had been reading earlier, before I ‘shut eye’
Knowing full well that if I force myself past chapter four my brain surely shall die
But, forty five minutes later… well, what do you know? The computer has done it again…
It has kept me awake and reading, way past chapter ten.**
Jan 24, 2013
Jan 24, 2013 at 2:36 AM UTC
A little girl found a deck of cards
On her daddy's poker table.
She always knew how to make a home
Out of a gambler.
Her hands were steady as they were small
She built a tower, stories tall.
When daddy returned, it never fell.
The boys bet his chips around it.
We built this family with a house of cards
Steady hands and racing hearts.
We built this family with a house of cards.
Queen of hearts, two of cups.
Daddys a fool, played his part
Just half a step into the dark
When A little girl found a deck of cards
Sitting on her mommys altar.
Her hands were steady as they were small
She watched her house of cards grow.
When mommy returned to Tarot.
The cards had found themselves
a different owner.
We built this family with a house of cards
A good read, a bad hand.
We built this family with a house of cards.
The fool, The queen of hearts
The dealer busts, we grow old
A little girl can build a home.
With nothin' but two decks of cards
Shuffled all together
May 13, 2018
May 13, 2018 at 11:04 PM UTC
Had to make my head a windshield wiper
so I'd always give side to side
disdained answers
to all them head turners,
whiskey drinkers,
and no-good smooth-talking hounds.
Some 'er **** strays
throw their bone once
find that they'll never go away.
Then.. there's that rare finding
that takes all you've earned for what you hope is a keeping
and once it's too late you discover what you've been missing.
Turns out the best four legs are the best at leaving.
So by throwin' the towel in with all I've got
like a last second shot,
I win whether made or not.
Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 8:50 PM UTC
*i write what i see, i encode images with sounds...
hence my simple life,
and the complications of speaking as noted
and the complicated life around me as unsaid.*
so fragile - poetry so ably juggling
paedophilia and an identity -
i could almost leave a snarl and a gimmicky
phlegm in it ~ ᛞᚨᚻᚨᚱᚷᚨ'ᚻ... ᚢᚾ!
the Arab wishes his were Rune.
i own a cat unafraid of a thunderstorm, that's enough
for a C.V. where i come from -
but where this writing comes from it's unlike
thus stated -
it's probably a thoroughly read lord of the rings
rather than an unread book readied for
cinematography - because that's were books end up,
in a pile of wished-up "page-turners" of charity shops
turned into blockbusters of Hollywood
for a timescale of kept blisters;
or nothing at all, and best kept admired like
cheesy pop songs you'd play at your wedding disco
to imagine yourself being undressed
and hence dancing on stilts via woman
and in stilettos via man.
Jun 29, 2016
Jun 29, 2016 at 9:40 PM UTC
Everyone is on the wrong side of history
eventually....
You and all your voices
are no different.
Consensus is no more truth than
a glut of elephants constitutes
a good circus.
If I must, I will be
Elijah
regardless what a hundred screaming
culture-turners have to say.
Nov 29, 2013
Nov 29, 2013 at 11:58 PM UTC
I'm like the character one of those cheesy movies
when a person is bleeding out for what seems like eternity
ironic
I never thought I would be cast in such a idiotic role
those last moments when the words you say aren't enough
sigh
i guess I'm just a minor character dieing in the film of your life
do me a favor
and be the protagonist in this novel
and not a John Green one
because i don't want you to die and leave someone you love behind
or live having someone you love die
but regardless
my chapters are over
I hope they where real page turners
because you need to get over me fast
your story is going somewhere
God is trying to make you a story
DONT FIGHT THE F***ING PAGE TURNING
Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 10:33 PM UTC
As I sit and ponder the last hours of this year,
I realise that each of us present still possesses
The inner capacity to be leaf turners:
Whatever may come, whichever direction we choose,
We have been, all of us given, a new leaf to turn.
It may as well turn out more than a mere leaf of a calendar.
Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 3:34 AM UTC